The front door creaked open with a low groan.
Ren stepped inside first, his shoes scuffing against the welcome mat. Kyouka followed close behind, her palm still hovering protectively near her brother's back. The hallway lights cast a pale glow over them, highlighting the cuts on Ren's jacket and the faint bruise blooming along Kyouka's arm.
In the living room, Hiyori sat on the sofa, back straight, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her eyes—normally stubborn—were sharp now, fixed on the door as if she'd been waiting for hours.
"Mother," she murmured without looking away. "They're here."
The moment Ren's foot crossed the threshold, Misa jumped to her feet. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor.
"Ren! Kyouka!" she cried, rushing forward. Her arms wrapped around them both before either could speak.
Ren let out a soft, surprised sound. "Mother…?"
"I was so worried!" Misa's voice trembled but she squeezed them tighter. "You're both okay—thank goodness you're okay."
